paroles de chanson Foogba - Fat Nick

Big Los on the track, boy!

Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, 5 digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech', yeah, my kidneys with the shits (hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, 5 digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech', yeah, my kidneys with the shits (hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

Thirty 40's poppin' now
Pinch you in your damn hometown
Can't pull out, I'm passing out
And wake me up, I'm stunning now (skrr)
Beamer engine burning now
Swisher blunt some action now
Euro clothes, and I'ma smush and dick 'em down and kick 'em out
Smash, we gon' smash
Burning blunts, we don't smoke glass (nah)
What you want, smoking strong
Got your bitch down to her thong (hahaha)
Windows down, choppers up
Greaser boy, you outta luck
We gon' catch you, light ignite you
Rat ass bitch gon' look like Raichu
We don't duck, give no fucks, middle fingers up to cops
Blonde hair, I'm super drunk, hot boxing all my trucks
What you want, looking dumb, trap to trap we do for fun
Pistols holding up your tongue
This dick gon' get your ho so sprung
Rolling through this shit, gon' got my bank out counterfeit (skrr)
Got a fifth inside my swisher, we finessin' out this shit
Can't hold down I got my bitch, trap and rappin' got me rich
If you with it then I'm with it, let's go do some badass shit
Yes, I'm rich as shit (yeah), my main hoe tweaking bitch (bitch)
A 30 in the hammer, we gon' get this one all handled (hahaha)
'Bout it, bitch, I said "Let's go," downing Bentleys, moving slow
Pussy boy, I know you is, I really, really know you is
Never gave no fucks, dropped out ninth grade and now I'm global
Got a fifth inside my soda, switching lanes, I crash my Rover
And she geekin', yeah she geekin'
Why the fuck my bitch stay geekin'?
I'm the reason, been the reason, yeah, my bitch can't even see me

Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, 5 digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech', yeah, my kidneys with the shits (hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (skrr)
We're running through this shit, bitch, 5 digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech', yeah, my kidneys with the shits (hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

My momma said "Stop juggin'," said she really, really worried
Threw herself a couple hundreds, now the shit a different story
Chewin Xans, been a man, fuck a bitch, can't trust no bitch
In my pockets couple grand, in my swisher couples grams (skrr)
Flexin' on a bitch, don't even let her suck my dick
Bae, the Navy be my sweater, bloody ink on my love letter
If you try me, givin' medals, swear to god I'm going mental
Pussyrot, the mouth so gentle
Reynolds bitch, stay in your kennel (hahahaha)
Thumper talked, I'm in this shit
Breaking hearts, some dreamboat shit
Swallow won't we stomp your shit
No time for shit, we taking shit
Twitter thuggin', what it do
Just make a call they after you
50 shells get stuck like glue
Can no bitch ever make me jump
Going up, no going down
I swear to God, we made it now
Trasher tees my Dapper dream
Oh, Satan won't you hang with me?
Wavy pussy, say lets dream
Gone I fleed, I slowly breath
Model bitch, she fuck with me, I jog and run, fuck STD's